Robert Burns

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now 's the day and now 's the hour; See the front o' battle lour.

What 's done we partly may compute, But know not what 's resisted.

Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.

She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.

Know prudent cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!

He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.